I'm working on a poetry bookNow I know that's no excuseBut here's a lookI'm writing things so the world is shookNot violently, but like a tangoI want to dance a heavenly danceLike Django, but less racist stanceI want to be filled with romanceAnd laughing hierophants

Everyday in class, I sit staring, and spacing out, at a black notebook, and im shook because this school shit really ain't working out.I envision my life, with expensive whips and fat stacks,spitting bars, doing cyphers, with all the fat cats.I pursued rap, because it was cool and I would be the manNow I do so, 'cause I wanna get my life on track.Once I blow, there will be no take backs. Give my peeps happiness, something that we've always lacked.Give my family, something they could hope for.Instead of living on a prayer, something I could work towards.They say deception, is truly a double ended sword.Well I won't lie, I'm just sick and tired of being poor.In my younger days, I shed more tears than I could count.Living in a Motel 6 will have you wore outEx cons, car thieves, beating my mother down.I decided then and there that it was it was time to bounce.

I may have told you this already, but I haven't told them so hold it steadyI no longer get distracted by the ghettis, nor Picassos or spaghettis.There is a clear path, it's bright as day. I have a torch it lights the way.It is my love, boldly glowing - I know myself through what your eyes are showing.